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I paused, delivering the final, soul-crushing blow.
“Is already dead.”
Damian’s pupils shrank. He looked at me as if I’d spoken an alien language, stumbling back a step. “What… what are you talking about?”
“Am I?” My smile turned cold and pitying. “Have you forgotten? Three months ago, she begged you not to abandon the truce with the Verratti family over one of Clara’s lies. In front of all your men, you slapped her across the face. Her spirit was shattered. She went to the highest tower in the manor and she jumped.”
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